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A year later, her mother gave birth to an emaciated boy who never woke up.

In this grassland, which is full of wild beasts and warriors, children who have lost their mothers will never be blessed.

In this royal court, she really, lost all her support and warmth, and also lost her only shelter. She was abandoned in the house where her mother died, and the wolf maid was gone, leaving her with a pack of wolves.

She grew up with wolves, training them to bring her food.

As she grew older, her countenance, like snow that could not be concealed on the Tianshan Mountains, began to show amazing beauty.

So when the man with the eagle-like gaze saw her, the greed and amazement in his eyes made her instantly understand that this cruel and terrible people has never been stingy in destroying all good things.

They have no ethics to speak of, a father can share a woman with his son, and a woman is like a garment, which can be given away, thrown away, and destroyed.

She and her mother will still fall to the same fate - always a toy for people to vent and play, and finally die.

In that case, why didn't she bury her beauty in this land with her own hands, and use her beauty to achieve what she wanted.

-- She wants to be the most noble woman in this grassland, and she wants to be the master of this land.

On the fifth watch, the sky slowly brightens, the morning light on the grassland is different from the Jindu Palace, the sun rises from the far edge of the wasteland, the clouds are far away, and the light is gorgeous but not dazzling.

The sky is half dark, half bright, and people are like tiny ants, welcoming a new day.

The whole barracks was silent, and the goldfinch came out of the tent and met the black eagle head-on, she stopped in front of him, and her voice was slightly hoarse and charming: "Tell my good junior brother, the matter is done." ”

As long as they get to the royal capital, all their plans can begin.

Black Eagle nodded, reached out his hand, and handed her the robe.

The Goldfinch reached out and took it, unfolding her clothes and draping them, and the Black Eagle frowned at her, her neck covered with obvious red kiss marks.

The goldfinch gathered his clothes, looked up and saw the black hawk's gaze, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face: "I don't need to show that expression, I don't need sympathy." ”

Black Hawk didn't expect it, and couldn't help but take a step back, a scent on her fingertips.

Goldfinch dropped his finger and smiled: "If you want, feel free to come to me." A trace of disgust and inexplicable pain flashed in Black Hawk's eyes, and finally said coldly: "You go and rest." ”

The goldfinch cut her long hair and walked towards the grassland, facing the clouds on the horizon, bathing her whole body in the morning light.

When she was far away from the camp, she suddenly put her finger to her lips and let out a long whistle.

From the far reaches of the sky, in the chaotic morning light, suddenly several white shadows ran towards her, on all fours, their figures were swift, and they made a beastly gasp.

A pack of white wolves.

As they ran closer, they could see their snow-white fur, blue pupils, and white fangs in their slightly open bright red mouths.

The goldfinch crouched down, some of them threw themselves into her arms, some of them swirled at her feet, as if they were relatives.

The goldfinch brushed them lightly, and the voice was gentle: "I'm back, you've been following you for a long time." From the moment she stepped into the grassland, it was as if she could feel them searching for her breath, waiting for her return.

The real mystery of the legend of the ice god passed down from generation to generation by the Beirong people lies in the fact that it is not actually the gods in the glacier.

-- but wandering around the glacier, a group of phantom-like white wolves.

Their figures through the earth are like a white shadow, silent, their blue pupils in the darkness, as cold as ice and snow, and their sharp fangs can bite all life when they bite their prey.

There are many legends about them, and it is said that every white wolf is the soul of a warrior, and it is said that they are messengers sent from heaven. Cruel, intelligent, beautiful and smart, they are extremely rare animals in the land of Beijung, and they almost never appear in front of people.

- Only the legend of the ice god is the most suitable for their description.

They like to live around glaciers, and their snow-white fur hides their traces between the sky and the earth.

Lone people are often the prey they can't escape from their claws, and it's almost impossible for anyone to come back alive to tell the story of meeting a white wolf.

The people of Beijon worship this mysterious animal and never dare to hunt them.

They are worshipped as the gods of glaciers.

The god of ice represents death and is also a manifestation of the beliefs of Beijung, and people often voluntarily offer themselves to them to eat, hoping to be united with the souls of heroes.

And their round-up and hunting never leaves behind the flesh and corpse of the prey - as if they were really taken away by the gods in the glacier, and there is no trace to be found.

This is how Abu's younger brother disappeared on the banks of the glacier.

- Only their owners can approach them.

"It's really you."

The golden finch turned around and saw a woman standing ten steps away from her, and sighed with emotion: "It turns out that you are the true descendant of the Ice River God. ”

It is Liu Niang next to Princess An Ning.

The golden finch straightened up, put his hand on the wolf's head, and comforted them, and when the white wolves saw Liu Niang, they opened their mouths slightly to show their fangs, and the beast's eyes showed a vigilant gaze, as if they would rush forward to bite her

The Plantfinch looked at her and frowned, "Who are you?" ”

Liu Niang smiled, raised her hand, and held a handkerchief in her palm, with a blue flower embroidered on the handkerchief: "Have they mentioned the Nine Clans to you?" ”

The golden finch pondered, and suddenly a trace of realization crossed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face: "You are the descendant of Honghuang and Xuanhuang. ”

The races that are said to be able to turn back the years and time are almost exclusively alive in myths and legends.

Liu Niang chuckled: "We are all people who should live in legends." Her gaze swept over the group of wolves, and she crouched down and knelt on one knee to show her respect: "Nine white wolves, the inheritance of the Ice River God, is really different. ”

The nine white wolves rubbed against each other's bodies and whimpered in each other, and the last youngest white wolf stepped out of the wolf pack and walked towards Liu Niang.

Liu Niang stretched out her defenseless hand, the white wolf sniffed her fingers first, then rubbed, and slowly approached, Liu Niang put her hand on its back, white fur, dusty, as pure as ice and snow.

"They are the gods of nature, capable of leading all beasts, living like shadows in the mortal world of man, and choosing destined people to be their masters." She said softly, looking at the Plantagech, "They chose you." ”

They give her the ability to communicate with all living beings in a way that, when taken to the extreme, can manipulate all living beings in the same way that they manipulate people's hearts.